George was already worn out, hair messy and those eye bags under his eyes were darker than usual but he was still standing, walking back and forth at the hall 'til morning, biting his nails as he lift his head time to time on the third floor specifically on the direction of the special VIP room where the infamous general was staying.
"Lady Li....should we ask those guards to knock? It's already afternoon," he said anxiously.
They've been waiting for Plim to come out since last night but all they saw was the poor wrecked beauties who came out from that room, crying and traumatized.
And George has been dead scared since he didn't see Plim among them moreover, they were ordered not to take foot on the third floor, not one single of them.
"I'm sure he's dead." Lady Li muttered eyes almost
